A Toast! to California!

After a nearly five month hiatus, today I resume my chronicling of life's small hilarities. A lot has happened in my time away from this forum.  The main change has been my move to the golden shores of California.  Technically, in my case my environs are not so much miles of beautiful Pacific coastline littered with bronzed bikini bodies but rather the fog-swamped hills of downtown San Francisco.  Nevertheless, I'm enjoying the smugness I feel saying that I'm now a California girl and not a Least Coast chump.  This one-woman Manifest Destiny is doing me good -- I'm so caught up in stress over whether my damn garbage goes in a recycling or compost bin that I almost have no time to dwell on any other problems.

Last night, I got some good news and so went out with my friend Human Cat (a girl named Cat who also has a cat, hence the need to specify her species) for a Tuesday dinner special in Cole Valley to celebrate over 13-dollar three-course Italian dinners and 13-dollar bottles of wine.  It was fantastic.  Winbibing is my favorite form of imbibing: it's toasting the small victories that makes that wine taste so sweet.  Cf. other kinds of drinking, like:

Slimbibing: grudgingly ordering vodka with just soda water because slowing metabolism can no longer process sour mix efficiently;

Grimbibing: commiserating over a drink with pals going through breakups, layoffs, depression, etc.;

Whimbibing: when a random mundane weekday happy hour most happily devolves into a surprise epic raging all-night funfest;

Pimpbibing: ordering bottle service or any other overpriced beverage in an effort to feel like the big man in the club;

Dimbibing: mindlessly downing beers while engaged in similarly mindless task like watching TV; and

Kimbibing: downing soju or sake bombs with your Asian friends and watching in amusement as they turn bright red and forget how to do math. 


Woke up this morning feeling like 13 million dollars.  Today's a brand new day, and California's the place to be!